A Lost Battle Is A Battle One

I Wanted My Own Words. But The Ones I Use Have Dragged Through I Don't Know How Many Consciences.

There May Be More Beautiful Times, But This One Is Ours.

The More One Is Absorbed In Fighting Evil, The Less One Is Tempted To Place The Good In Question.

I Think [alain Robbe-grillet] A Good Writer, But He Speaks To The Comfortable Bourgeoisie.

The Form [of Literature] Matters Little To Me, Classical Or Not.